Dreams Left Undone.

Imagination calls me I can hear its whispers plainly after all these years it's waited to reclaim the fun we'd shared ` and it comes to me disguised on stubby legs with tousled hair somersaulting through the leaf piles chased by giggles mixed with pleas.... that I join in full abandon with my five-year old companion tumbling headfirst into remnants of the summer with my son ` first pretending we are tigers on the prowl hidden in foliage then becoming large bulldozers plowing through the mounds of humus ` in an instant battling armies using sticks to fire volleys celebrating our great victory with confetti bits of awe-dom ` far too soon we clamber upward brushing off debris left clinging hand in hand we march together back to the real world, supper calls ` but I still can smell that sweet scent of those leaves we crushed beneath us that hid sentimental moments left behind when I was small ` Imagination calls me and no longer will I linger with my son we'll both go chasing all those dreams I've left undone.

I pause in my journey to the grave of my friend, to commemorate his birthday in a mid-December snowfall. The trees are skeletons beyond the gate coated in white.
It is as if the bones, buried far below, have...